Today, my senses are paralyzed
In frozen chambers of dismay
As in solitude I chant
Silent notes of prayer.
Like a leafless tree writhing,
I long for blossoms
At spring's first dawn
When the brightest days
Are longer than
The darkest nights,
When the breezes are warm,
And the air is fresh
With the scent of laurel,
When climbs of roses
Bring new hopes to bear
And tears of time
Drown my despair...
...When oblivion is home
To all my dismay.
M.R. Berman
February 7, 1995
This poem was written for a patient who experienced abnormal bleeding from the onset of her long-planned pregnancy. Prental testing was carried out in an effort to establish the cause. A rare and fatal chromosome abnormality was discovered and she lost her pregnancy in her thirteenth week. Linkback:
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